Fuck love
Because that other shit is permanent
She said she would hate me forever
And man I’m learning quick
That she really meant it
This feeling is so senseless
This feeling cannot last
This feeling shit is trash
To be feeling shit like this makes me want to feel my wrist with glass
And slice
But instead I just…
I fill my life with brashness
I feel and hope that it’ll cover up the sadness
And the madness but it fucking doesn’t, it’s endless
And I can’t make sense of why love left me defenseless
From this cold cold world that life gives, and now I’m listless
I’m feeling like if life provided answers, I really must’ve missed it
You came into my life and made me feel complete
But I never learned happiness on my own, this shit is weak
And I’m somehow even weaker
Because I’m dependent on this thing and I’m searching for it like a creeper
Stalker. Hiding in the bushes looking for you
Hoping I can be whole again, hoping I can be renewed
But instead I’m strangely feeling so empty
Love left me with potholes on the road through life and so I’m tripping
What do I fill it with?
How do I cement my path?
I can’t replace this shit with something I do not have
Since love left me, angst has been my tool
But the hole that love left is the size of a fucking pool
So I strive for hate and despair, until I’m fat and full
And I Ignore and avoid the strength of loves pull

Rap is like boxing..
Back in the day it was all about the heavyweights. And all the greats went against the greats. BIG and Tupac. Ali and Foreman. Had the Wu. Had Louis and Frazier. So many greats. Then even after the golden era goes, you get Tyson, Holyfield, Lewis. Jay, Nas, eminem. Again, the competition was there; greats went against greats. But now? We have the small guys running rap. No actual heavyweight rappers. We got some people that are really good, welterweights and light weights and such. Mayweather, Pacman, cotto, etc… But you see how they handle competition. Mayweather ducked manny for years then gave us a lackluster fight. Drake ignores all disses unless it’s from a singer or chick. You see promise in guys like Kendrick. Berto. See the correlation? But it’s a totally different game. Don’t compare Mayweather to Ali or Tyson. Don’t compare drakes run to that of Hova. It just doesn’t work. Same comparison could be made with basketball. Drake leans on his friends to be successful. Maybe even ghost writers. Lebron leans on his friendships to win rings. They don’t really want competition. But in the golden age? Magic went at Bird. Mike and Isaiah went at it. Barkley, miller, Ewing, Malone. Everybody. It was war. Just like in rap. East versus west. East versus east. Wu against the world. Wasn’t about making friends, it was about being the best. Things are just different these days. Accept it and move on or bitch about it and be annoying.